[INTRO: B-Eazy]
Look, I don't think niggas really understand right now! I mean a nigga wanna test a nigga realness and shit. Don't take my kindness for a weakness, nigga! Man, my nigga, everything I got, I motherfucking got on my own, nigga! Part of the motherfucking grind! Nigga, I can't say the same for some niggas!
[VERSE 1: B-Eazy]
Hate it or love it, I'm the realest nigga getting it
If you envision different, then listen while I'm spitting this
I wasn't born with silver spoons in my mouth
In fact I had platinum!
Cuz when in the womb, I started stacking
Who other partner you know, steady making his doe?
If you ain't bout getting them figures
I ain't doing business with ya!
Picture B with no cash
Like Wilt C. with no ass
Back of the plane, with no class
Yeah right, I'm having that!
Cash aside, hurt niggas pride
Cuz I don't have no best friends
Stay with clients or associates, shit
Or those I'm getting doe with
T. Jones told me
As a youngin, look I didn't like nobody holding me
Imagine now I'm holder, what'll happen if you close to me
May you burn if you flirt with fire
Acquire doe & live your life
Yet learn to make your circle tighter
Fire those who ain't riding with you
And keep your shit official
Get your doe, then get some more
Fa sho, B-Eazy's riding with ya!
[HOOK: B-Eazy]
Who's Really Real?
So many squeal & steady claim that they trill
The real soldiers out there dying on the battlefield
Who's Really Real?
Is it determined by how many niggas you shot?
How many Glocks you done popped?
How many cars you copped?
Who's Really Real?
It ain't about where you from
It's how you come
I don't care about your past & what you done, nigga!
Who's Really Real?
Some niggas flirt with death
Fiending for wealth
Look in the mirror, nigga ask yourself
Who's Really Real?
[VERSE 2: B-Eazy]
We just had the deadliest day in Iraq
So I called my brother just to hear him talk back
You'd think he'd be safe, stationed in SC, an A.F. Mechanic
But with double-digits dying in chopper crashes, it's frantic!
God Damn It! The death toll? 3,000!
Same number as the people died in New York
This nigga Bush is wildin!
Yet smiling, while soldiers dying in a turf war
But what for?
Bush yelling out "Fore!"
While wheeling round on a golf course
Shit and I'm from Texas, nigga!
The same state executing more convicts
Than the Windy City's crime rate
And niggas dying everyday for cheese
The same war up in these streets
Is the same war they having overseas!
Don't get it twisted, that gang banging is real!
The 1st nigga that showed me a blood sign got killed!
Few shots to the back of his head
They watched his blood spill, and for what?
Another soldier dead in the field
[HOOK: B-Eazy]
Who's Really Real?
So many squeal & steady claim that they trill
The real soldiers out there dying on the battlefield
Who's Really Real?
Is it determined by how many niggas you shot?
How many Glocks you done popped?
How many cars you copped?
Who's Really Real?
It ain't about where you from
It's how you come
I don't care about your past & what you done, nigga!
Who's Really Real?
Some niggas flirt with death
Fiending for wealth
Look in the mirror, nigga ask yourself
Who's Really Real?
[VERSE 2: B-Eazy]
One man, One mind
Few rhymes, New sound
All I had to elevate Barge House of the ground!
What you thought?
Niggas would support by showing me love?
But all I got was fake hugs
Soft daps & shrugs
Look at that arrogant little nigga
Thinking he running shit
Popping shit about him heading the city
The next P. Diddy
On the road to riches
With a vengeance like 50
Stuck to his MP and his keyboard
Like "What the fuck is he on?"
That little nigga writes & produces his sounds? Cool
Plus mixes 'em down & still shitting on clowns, too?
Nah, he could never make it
Too long, I've felt the hatred
My flow declared the greatest!
Yet, you steady hating this?
I went against the grain
Gained little game from J
Yet, similar to Jay
I'm a do it my way!
Stay regional if you may
And watch me skate off to the top
Blowing paper in 50 states
I'm gone!
Look, I don't think niggas really understand right now! I mean a nigga wanna test a nigga realness and shit. Don't take my kindness for a weakness, nigga! Man, my nigga, everything I got, I motherfucking got on my own, nigga! Part of the motherfucking grind! Nigga, I can't say the same for some niggas!
[VERSE 1: B-Eazy]
Hate it or love it, I'm the realest nigga getting it
If you envision different, then listen while I'm spitting this
I wasn't born with silver spoons in my mouth
In fact I had platinum!
Cuz when in the womb, I started stacking
Who other partner you know, steady making his doe?
If you ain't bout getting them figures
I ain't doing business with ya!
Picture B with no cash
Like Wilt C. with no ass
Back of the plane, with no class
Yeah right, I'm having that!
Cash aside, hurt niggas pride
Cuz I don't have no best friends
Stay with clients or associates, shit
Or those I'm getting doe with
T. Jones told me
As a youngin, look I didn't like nobody holding me
Imagine now I'm holder, what'll happen if you close to me
May you burn if you flirt with fire
Acquire doe & live your life
Yet learn to make your circle tighter
Fire those who ain't riding with you
And keep your shit official
Get your doe, then get some more
Fa sho, B-Eazy's riding with ya!
[HOOK: B-Eazy]
Who's Really Real?
So many squeal & steady claim that they trill
The real soldiers out there dying on the battlefield
Who's Really Real?
Is it determined by how many niggas you shot?
How many Glocks you done popped?
How many cars you copped?
Who's Really Real?
It ain't about where you from
It's how you come
I don't care about your past & what you done, nigga!
Who's Really Real?
Some niggas flirt with death
Fiending for wealth
Look in the mirror, nigga ask yourself
Who's Really Real?
[VERSE 2: B-Eazy]
We just had the deadliest day in Iraq
So I called my brother just to hear him talk back
You'd think he'd be safe, stationed in SC, an A.F. Mechanic
But with double-digits dying in chopper crashes, it's frantic!
God Damn It! The death toll? 3,000!
Same number as the people died in New York
This nigga Bush is wildin!
Yet smiling, while soldiers dying in a turf war
But what for?
Bush yelling out "Fore!"
While wheeling round on a golf course
Shit and I'm from Texas, nigga!
The same state executing more convicts
Than the Windy City's crime rate
And niggas dying everyday for cheese
The same war up in these streets
Is the same war they having overseas!
Don't get it twisted, that gang banging is real!
The 1st nigga that showed me a blood sign got killed!
Few shots to the back of his head
They watched his blood spill, and for what?
Another soldier dead in the field
[HOOK: B-Eazy]
Who's Really Real?
So many squeal & steady claim that they trill
The real soldiers out there dying on the battlefield
Who's Really Real?
Is it determined by how many niggas you shot?
How many Glocks you done popped?
How many cars you copped?
Who's Really Real?
It ain't about where you from
It's how you come
I don't care about your past & what you done, nigga!
Who's Really Real?
Some niggas flirt with death
Fiending for wealth
Look in the mirror, nigga ask yourself
Who's Really Real?
[VERSE 2: B-Eazy]
One man, One mind
Few rhymes, New sound
All I had to elevate Barge House of the ground!
What you thought?
Niggas would support by showing me love?
But all I got was fake hugs
Soft daps & shrugs
Look at that arrogant little nigga
Thinking he running shit
Popping shit about him heading the city
The next P. Diddy
On the road to riches
With a vengeance like 50
Stuck to his MP and his keyboard
Like "What the fuck is he on?"
That little nigga writes & produces his sounds? Cool
Plus mixes 'em down & still shitting on clowns, too?
Nah, he could never make it
Too long, I've felt the hatred
My flow declared the greatest!
Yet, you steady hating this?
I went against the grain
Gained little game from J
Yet, similar to Jay
I'm a do it my way!
Stay regional if you may
And watch me skate off to the top
Blowing paper in 50 states
I'm gone!
( B-Eazy )
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